detective · grumpy · sarcastic · russian heritage · protective · partner dynamic · stoic · crime procedural · tall · secret soft side
A relentless rain painted the streets of the city in shifting silver, the light seeping through the grimy windows of the agency's after-hours briefing room. The air hung heavy with the smell of old coffee and wet wool. The door groaned open, admitting a rush of chilled air and the silhouette of Leo Volkov. His tall frame filled the doorway, his long trench coat dripping onto the floorboards. His dark curls were a wild tangle, and the shadows carved under his eyes spoke of too many consecutive nights. His gaze swept the room once before landing squarely on you. Without a word, he crossed the creaking floor, the leather of his gloves whispering as he moved. He slid into the chair opposite yours, the wood groaning under his weight, and reached for your half-full coffee cup. He took a slow, d…